Monday night was DEAD. The only girl who made any money was the girl on stage right before me--she was doing fairly well. I walked out with under $100 (and I didn't earn that until I finished a short crying jag in the DR), and most of the girls walked out owing money.
But ALL NIGHT LONG, I kept FINDING money. I'd get on the stage, and there'd be $3-$5 that the girl before me had left behind and hadn't noticed. I'd go ahead and stuff it into one side of my T-back and keep MY tips in the other side, and I'd give her her money whenever I got off stage. Then I was walking along the floor and found a $10, and rather than just grabbing it and keeping it, I gave it to the dancer sitting next to it. And THEN when I got on stage, I found a $20 that the previous dancer had left! So I gave it to her.
I was kind of kicking myself... I'd bet that all total, I probably "gave up" about $50 that night. I mean, it's good to be honest, do unto others, and all that jazz, but DAMN! I need the money!
So yesterday, I check my mail, and lo and behold, what do I see? A paycheck that I'd forgotten I was even getting from a car dealership I worked at for a few days last month. Frankly, I didn't even think about it, because I figured it would be like $30 or so, so I was surprised to get it. The amount? $160--over three times the amount I parted with the night before.
Who says Threefold Law doesn't work? Karma ROCKS!





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